|I don't know if the wood is stained or painted in this one. All I know it's the second time I've done a wheel of these two...they make such good wheels!|
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Art ©2011 - ? TwaRavenMotifs
The Eyes that Watch, and the Lips that SingIn splendid sun and snowy-crowned,The Eyes that Watch, and the Lips that Sing by TwaRavenMotifs
The shadows of the wood licking at quiet heels,
Dark eyes softly watching from the edge of tall trees
Listen to the church bells ring the solemn hour.
The afternoon lays low, winter light silver and cold,
And the frosted breath of the living
Dance of notes of worship.
There, standing where the wild things are,
Perplexed and perked of velvet ears,
A face neither womanly nor mannish
Lifts eyes to the spire of the looming church.
The roll of sacred Latin
Is both foreign and familiar,
Sung high in the morning
And a lullaby when nighttime embraces.
Xe hums, wordless, to the tune of their God
And the birds raise their voices high;
They know not the music most divine,
But they too join the choir,
And the congregation gathered within.
They would not recognize xem,
Not after all these years,
But some swear they hear a voice
That is and isn't their own
All at the same time.
It is a fickle thing, memory -
Those who forget sometimes never truly,
And those that re
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